Pages

Thursday, January 26, 2017

Excerpt & Giveaway - Whiteout by Elyse Springer

Hello! I'm Elyse, and welcome to the blog tour for my new
release, Whiteout!

This is the first book in the
Seasons of Love series, and I can't wait to introduce you to Noah and Jason.

About Whiteout:

Noah Landers
wakes up one day with a headache and no memory of where—or who—he is. Jason,
the man taking care of him, tries to fill in some of the blanks: they’re in a
cabin in Colorado on vacation, and Noah slipped on ice and hit his head. But
even with amnesia, Noah knows Jason is leaving out something important.

Jason O’Reilly
is sexy as hell, treats Noah like he’s precious, and seems determined to make
this the romantic getaway they’d apparently dreamed of together. But Noah’s
more concerned that he’s trapped alone with Jason in the middle of a blizzard while
his slowly returning memories bring hints of secrets and betrayal.

Noah’s not
sure what’s the truth and what’s a lie. But as he learns who he is—and
who Jason is to him—he’s forced to reevaluate everything he believes about
himself, about loyalty . . . and about love.

He woke up to gentle fingers carding through his hair, and a raging headache.
The fingers stopped their soothing movement as he groaned, and then there was a hand on his face and a shadow blocking out the light. He blinked once, twice, forcing his eyes to slowly open.

A man was looking down at him, his gaze filled with relief and tenderness. “Good, you’re awake.” The hand moved down his face and neck, feather-light touches, and then the man twined their fingers together. “I’ve been so worried. How are you feeling?”

He shifted, wincing as the movement caused the pain in his head to spike. “I don’t . . .”

His voice was rusty, and he had to swallow a few times before continuing. “Head hurts,” he finally managed. “Where am I?”

“We’re in the cabin in Colorado. Do you remember what happened, baby?”

Baby? The word made no sense, meant nothing to him. His head ached fiercely as he struggled to find something to explain what was going on, but he couldn’t think past the stabbing in his head. The man was waiting for an answer, eyebrows furrowed with worry.

He tried to connect a name to the face staring down at him, but there was only static—and more excruciating agony. “Who are you?” he whispered.

The fingers around his tightened. “Babe? What’d you say?” The words were still soothing, but now there was panic laced in that soothing tone.

“Don’t know,” he tried again, voice tight through the pain, “who you are. Or where I am.”

“Noah, it’s me. Jason. Do you remember me?”

Nope, nothing. The names ran through his head, but there was no memory to attach them to. Nothing to connect Jason to, with his brown eyes and comforting voice. And he was Noah? The words were meaningless. He closed his eyes as his head pounded. Why didn’t he recognize his own name?

“Noah, baby, keep your eyes open. I called the doctor in town; he said you probably have a concussion and I’m supposed to keep you awake if I can.” The calm was all but gone now, replaced with something stronger.

“Don’t remember.” He sucked in a shallow breath, then another. Why couldn’t he remember? His heart hammered like it was going to beat out of his chest. He clenched his eyes tighter, until bursts of red bloomed against his eyelids. Everything hurt, and the harder he tried to think, the more his head felt like it was being torn in two.

The other man—Jason, why can’t I remember that?—climbed carefully onto the bed next to him. He slid one arm underneath his shoulders, made soft noises against his neck. “Deep breaths. Shhh. Inhale, exhale. You’re okay. It’s going to be okay. Breathe with me, Noah.”

“Why do you keep calling me that?”

“Noah? It’s your name, baby. Noah Landers.”

If that was true, then why didn’t he know it? It felt weird, not quite right, like putting on clothes that didn’t fit well. “And you’re Jason?”

“Yeah, I’m Jason.” He paused, then added, “Jason O’Reilly.”

About Elyse Springer:

Elyse is an
author and world-traveler, whose unique life experiences have helped to shape
the stories that she wants to tell. She writes romances with LGBTQ+ characters
and relationships, and believes that every person deserves a Happily Ever
After. When she’s not staring futilely at her computer screen, El spends her
time adding stamps to her passport, catching up on her terrifying TBR list, and
learning to be a better adult.

She’s always
happy to chat with other readers, and you can find her online at: